User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160425060246/@comment-3135907-20160718135018

Night- and the first flakes of powdered snow, driven by a frigid North wind- fell on the line of soldiers as they crossed into higher elevation, past boulders and rocky slopes that ahead of them seemed to rise endlessly upward.

Rancin shivered and wrapped his coat tighter around him. "Come on, pick yer paws up, lads!"